Leonard groaned, the sharp stab of a headache splitting through his skull the moment his eyes cracked open to the muted light filtering through the bedroom curtains. He rolled over, burying his face into the cold side of the pillow, his bare back drenched lightly in sweat. The scent of scotch still lingered on his breath and the faint taste clung bitterly to his tongue.
"Damn it," he muttered, dragging a hand through his messy dark hair.
The events from last night floated to the surface in fractured, frustrating clarity. He saw her again—Katherine. After all these years, just like that, she was standing only feet away. And she wasn't alone. That man—Felix, wasn't it? He stood beside her, close. Too close. Leonard clenched his jaw, eyes narrowing at the ceiling.
